Smokestacks (by Patrick Sweany)
Smokestacks up and down the river
Look where the sun done gone
She?s my curly-headed baby
Looks just like her mom

Gettin? little worried ?bout the money
Can?t keep a dollar saved
Keep them tires on the highway
Make that rock and roll

Rollin? back to Aliquippa
Tired as I can be
A Ford don?t make no kind of bedroom
But I?ll see mine?s bed ?fore sun